Written in tercets.
Following
Uncommon form,
I was taking a risk
Possibly ruining
My reputation.
But
Did my form
Fracture function?
Was my personification
Perplexing
Pretentious?
Maybe my metaphors
Were misplaced
Misunderstood?
What was it
That made it unlikable
Unsavory?
Why
Didn’t it get clicks
And likes?
Unlike
My simpler style
That forms a following.
Was it the words?
The themes?
The style?
No.
It had to be
The title.
“You chirped all summer from morning to night;
Am I to nourish you in your blight?”
What can we do to wash the winds infected by our selfish flare our casual concern?
Each hour hums hidden, harmonious parts.Dawn’s golden glow sets the tone.Mid-morning’s melody swells as chords connect.Noon’s refrain rests then repeats strong.Afterwork’s cadence slows, scales unwind.Golden notes sink, dusk softly fades.
Time and music are inseparable companions. Music is the thread that stitches together fragments of our experiences. It transports time into a cohesive and melodic ballad. As I listen to my life’s playlists, I realize that music serves as a timeless vessel transcending. Time marks memories into the soundtrack of my soul.
So
I awake
defeated
unrested.
Cloud computing, data’s flight,
Virtual realms, to cyber heights.
Tablets, touchscreens, in our hands,
Tech evolution, always expands.
